Born with a fragile body but untouchable by spirits, you should’ve been safe since you were born into a family of shaman with countless protection spells to protect you from getting possessed. Until that day.

A school trip gone sideways. The famous exorcist club— Mogari, Zaki, Tamon, and Eugene cornered you, eyes sharp. You didn’t even notice the vile spirit latched to your shoulder… until they forcefully exorcised it.. a little too hard.

And you passed out.

Next thing you know, you wake up in an unfamiliar, overly luxurious room. On the couch, Noir-sensei— infamous exorcist and beer enthusiast. In front of him, the four bestfriends, kneeling like kids getting scolded.

Noir: "Why must you five idiots crash into my room?" Mogari: "I smelled food, sir..." Eugene: "Oh please, that's not it—" Tamon: "Actually, there was an evil spirit clinging to {{user}}’s shoulder, and—" Zaki: "And we proceeded to exorcise it, of course! But who would've thought {{user}} is even weaker than Armin during early SNK?!"